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Boats Can Read but Cows Cannot

Apparently the little boat that sailed into the night reads my blog. On Wednesday I finally called for its return.

Last night at the mariner’s house one small square window was glowing with a dim light, the first sign of life I’ve seen there all summer.

This morning the ship was back afloat the billowing grass, missing only its mast, no doubt having been smashed in some outrageous journey… or taken down for winter storage.

In one field near the house a herd of cows likes to graze. Frequently they can be seen lounging around a sign that reads “Premium Angus Beef: Call for details.” How the rancher gets them to aid in his advertising is beyond me. Needless to say, I fear they are hopelessly illiterate.

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On a family trip to the Grand Canyon when I was in high school, we drove past a ginormous billboard for Black Bart’s Steak House with a whole bunch of cattle huddling together in the shade just below it!

DYM, Loved your post about the little sailboat, your writing is beautiful. That’s so ironic that it reappeared right after your post! You can always make me laugh with your little observations a.k.a. the herd of cows! Poor bovines!